When Darkness Controls

Chapter One

"You're late."

Draco Malfoy's voice startled me. But I wouldn't let him know that. Once upon a time, (if Voldemort had never risen again world) we probably would have dated. And made a great couple at that. But that world doesn't exist.

Yes, he's a Death Eater. No, he's not all that evil. He's mean, but that doesn't count. If he was, he wouldn't be spying on his own father.

He's been spying since his sixth year and I've been his contact just as long. Apparently he requested me. He said there was no way in hell he'd "talk to Potty, Weasel or the Mudblood." His words exactly.

So here I am, meeting him during one of our weekly rendezvous in a seedy pub in muggle London.

I adjusted my hood to cover my bright auburn hair as I sat down across from him. "Sorry, shagging Harry took a little longer than expected," I hissed out.

The one way I found that could really get his knickers in a twist is to mention me and Harry Potter having sex. It pissed him off to no end.

Malfoy frowned and ran a hand through his perfectly slicked back white hair. "Next time save it until after we're done here," he said nastily.

I sat back and eyed his glass of muggle beer in distaste. "What ever you say, Malfoy. Now do you have any news?"
He stared at his fingertips in boredom and placed a thoughtful look on his face before glancing back at me.

I tapped my fingers impatiently on the table and sighed. "I don't have all day, Malfoy. And I don't want one of your friends coming in here and seeing me with you."

His gray eyes snapped to mine in anger. "They're not my friends, Weasley. And what's so wrong with being seen with me?" he demanded.

I shrugged nonchalantly. If only. "Nothing. Except if they did, they'd know you're just like your girlfriend Blaise. And the I'd have to save your ass," I explained sweetly, a smug smile on my face.

He glared at me while playing with his glass "she was never my girlfriend. We've never even kissed," he mumbled softly.

"Any news?" I prompted, ignoring his last statement. I couldn't have any happy thoughts of distraction until Voldemort was gone for good.

"Your sister-in-law, Johnson. They're going after her again tonite."

I narrowed my eyes. "Do you lot have a spy for yourselves. How you all always know?"

Malfoy clenched his fist so tight around the glass, I was sure it would break on the spot. "I'm not one of them, Weasley, so don't put me in the same category. I've told you that before."

"What, just because you give me some information? That doesn't change what on your arm, Malfoy. You're still a Death Eater," I whispered harshly.

He stood up abruptly and tossed some money on the table. "Then you don't need my help anymore." And he strutted out.

I don't know what possessed me to follow him, but my feet were making their own way to the door.

I grabbed his arm and tugged on it. "Look I didn't mean it like that."

Malfoy whirled around and pushed me roughly against the brick wall. His gray eyes were piercing as they peered into mine. "Then what exactly did you mean, Weasel. After all this time, you still don't trust me?"

I reached out to touch his cheek softly. "I'm sick of them always going after my family. I trust you more than anyone, Malfoy."

He titled his head further into my hand and closed his eyes. "Well, you wouldn't think so."

I sighed inwardly as he covered my hand with one of his. If only circumstances were completely different.

"Now what about Angelina?" I prompted after a moment. I love the coziness, but I have people's lives at stake.

His eyes opened lazily and smiled. "Is that the only reason you come and see me? For information?" he teased.

I smiled back, but didn't answer.

Malfoy rubbed a hand across my lips and then cheek. "Your brother's going to go get his family. They have a spy in the Ministry who keeps tabs on them. That's how they always know. They won't tell me who it is, though, but I'm trying to find out."

My lips tingled where his hand touched me. "Is he bringing the book?"

Malfoy watched my actions intently before smirking at me. "His daughter's had the book all along. Didn't you know?"

I shook my head in disbelief. It's been under our noses all this time.

"I guess this is good bye, Weasel. It's almost all over and done with. We won't have to meet again. " He moved away from me and headed towards the entrance to Diagon Alley.

I frowned as I watched him turn to leave. "So you're going back to them? To him?"

"I don't have a choice." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned to me.

"How do you not have a choice? Everyone always has a choice."

Malfoy strolled over to me, smiling meanly. "You don't understand, Weasley. If they know they can't hurt you, they'll do it by hurting some one you love. If I leave now, if for one second they doubt my motives, they will kill-" he paused for a moment, cutting himself off in surprise. "The person I care about most."

Oh. "So Blaise?" I suggested, ignoring the loud thumping of my heart.

His eyes narrowed at me. "Blaise can take care of herself, especially with Potter hanging on her heels. It's none of your concern who it is."

"Fine," I replied coldly. "Have fun with Voldemort and all of his cronies." I turned to leave but his hand reached out and grabbed me.

"Are you saying you care what happens to me, Weasel?" he eyed me carefully, paying close attention to my reaction.

I've learned in all my years of spying how to bluff well. In a world of death, it didn't do any good to hope. "I didn't like you in school, Malfoy, why would I start now?"

His hand moved up my arm slowly and whisper soft. I shivered involuntarily and I think my goose bumps gave it away.

"Are you sure about that, Ginny?" he asked quietly, leaning close. His mouth traced the outline of my ear and I fell back against the wall.

I could feel my body begin to warm from head to toe.

"Yes, I'm sure," I answered firmly, hearing my voice crack.

"I don't think you are." I could hear the smile in his voice as his head dipped and his mouth began to leave a trail of soft kisses on my neck.

My breath caught in my throat and my mind felt dizzy. I shuddered at the feel of his warm lips moving their way to my mouth.

My hands plastered themselves to the wall behind me, while his own made their way up my body. They slid inside my robe and methodically unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing.

His met mine and I saw something I wasn't used to associating with Draco Malfoy. It was passion. And it was directed towards me. His lips captured mine greedily and I wasn't allowed to wonder about what I'd seen.

My hands found their way into his hair. It was so much softer than it looked, even with all that disgusting goop in it. I don't know why he uses it. I threaded my fingers through the shoulder length hair and stopped at the nape of his neck. He shivered, but never stopped the expert control on my mouth.

It was then I realised I was completely lost.